yaban kazları

bugün elimde sadece bir şiir var. şiire pek meraklı olmayan benim bile ense tüylerimi diken diken eden bir şiir. hayata aşık eden cinsten. belki size de iyi gelir.

wild geese 

you do not have to be good

you do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

you only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

meanwhile the world goes on.

meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees

the mountains and the rivers.

meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

whoever you are, no matter how lonely

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting — over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

_mary oliver